The Real Subject Of Every

I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter To Flowers.

My Work Is Always Better When I Am Alone And Follow My Own Impressions.

By The Single Example Of This Painter Devoted To His Art With Such Independence, My Destiny As A Painter Opened Out To Me.

Colors Pursue Me Like A Constant Worry. They Even Worry Me In My Sleep.

These Landscapes Of Water And Reflection Have Become An Obsession.